"Quills"...
At around 2 this morning I was watching this movie again. It made me want to go out and add another book on to the overwhelming stack i already have going.
The Marquis makes for an interesting subject.
Having his very tongue torn out and pickled, he suffered exceedingly for his honesty.
Were his brutish writings a sort confession to answer some subconscious desire for understanding and redemption?
Choosing to sit down to tea with your demons and listening to them objectively rather than blindly condemning them isn't something easily done.
We are taught from the time we are inducted into this world, christened, and ultimately LOVED that the "monsters" inside us must never be fed.
We learn to hate the animal within, thus creating a dividing line, separating our manifested selves from our natural selves.
Our very instincts and desires become our greatest enemy, our demons, Satan himself.
Here we are carrying around this insurmountable disdain for our "imperfections".
We form judgments against those that don't seem to be doing their fair share of "controlling themselves".
So we, desiring desperately to be loved, drape ourselves in our finest ego. We become, forgiven, accepted, civilized, and "Human". We vow to hide, stifle, and torture ourselves for the rest of our natural existence.
We poke out our eyes, cut out our tongues, and plug up our ears in fear of recognizing the evil truth.
Every so often a claw is exposed from beneath our sheep like appearance.
Hastily we file them down in hopes of forgetting; and we all, eventually, do forget.
We become sublimely ignorant to the stark & blaring reality.
The truth is that the reflection we cast in the mirror is in fact a terrible monster.
Just another living, breathing, mangled, and beautiful monster.
At around 2 this morning I was watching this movie again. It made me want to go out and add another book on to the overwhelming stack i already have going.
The Marquis makes for an interesting subject.
Having his very tongue torn out and pickled, he suffered exceedingly for his honesty.
Were his brutish writings a sort confession to answer some subconscious desire for understanding and redemption?
Choosing to sit down to tea with your demons and listening to them objectively rather than blindly condemning them isn't something easily done.
We are taught from the time we are inducted into this world, christened, and ultimately LOVED that the "monsters" inside us must never be fed.
We learn to hate the animal within, thus creating a dividing line, separating our manifested selves from our natural selves.
Our very instincts and desires become our greatest enemy, our demons, Satan himself.
Here we are carrying around this insurmountable disdain for our "imperfections".
We form judgments against those that don't seem to be doing their fair share of "controlling themselves".
So we, desiring desperately to be loved, drape ourselves in our finest ego. We become, forgiven, accepted, civilized, and "Human". We vow to hide, stifle, and torture ourselves for the rest of our natural existence.
We poke out our eyes, cut out our tongues, and plug up our ears in fear of recognizing the evil truth.
Every so often a claw is exposed from beneath our sheep like appearance.
Hastily we file them down in hopes of forgetting; and we all, eventually, do forget.
We become sublimely ignorant to the stark & blaring reality.
The truth is that the reflection we cast in the mirror is in fact a terrible monster.
Just another living, breathing, mangled, and beautiful monster.
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